Here's a character from another of my stories called *Chimon ~ Assassin of the White Light*. Her name is Chimon Missan (pronounced key-MOHN mee-SAHN). She's a 21 year old assassin with a thrill for the job and a mouth of a sailor. She also stands at 5'11". She has many weapons at her disposal, including two custom broadswords with special serrated edges "for easy cutting" (her words) and can deflect bullets, a crossbow pistol kept in her small messenger bag, and two grappling hooks kept in pouches on either side. Chimon works for the Assassins of the White Light, led by an old man who goes by "Shousen". She is mentored by a blind yet competent assassin named Rayuto Schen.

My character from a Rogue Trader campaign I played in. A mutant scavenger from a hiveworld, press ganged into service, eventually becoming a seneschal apprentice, bottom of the ranks of candidates... until a warp travel gone wrong caused everyone on the succession line to die, missing or, in the case of the seneschal himself, become a coat of paint. She is wearing a synskin Xenomesh armor (and cowl) under the hildebrand coat uniform (sleeves ripped because she’s a pragmatic who use the law when it suits her, not a stickler for the rules), and are armed with a hellpistol currently (after losing her Boltpistol in a battle against a rogue inquisition agent)

Today's chapter doesn't really have any scene that came to mind for me to draw, so I decided to draw up Robyn's gun. Mea Culpa is the gun she picked up from the sheriff, and is the gun that ended the lives of his wife and children. The "Mea Culpa" name are carved and burned by Robyn to the gun as a reminder of her action. It is a heavy caliber pistol that punches through pretty much anything, limited only by the rarity of the bullets. Currently she have one shot remaining, but she'll probably gonna get more before the end of the story. Who knows, we'll see. The Shooter is named because it's basically a pea shooter. Standard issue town guard's gun, it fires black iron balls that have poor penetrations against non-flesh materials. At least the bullets are in abundance, but Robyn definitely only rely on this as her emergency gun. Both guns uses white ichor as propellant instead of gunpowder, liquid substance that provides energy and explodes when ignited. Basically the Whale Oil from Dishonored, yes.

Cecilia Thatch's older sister. She's kind of Selene from the Underworld movies. She's strong, beautiful, steel willed, a fast thinker, has incredible speed, able to get out of dangerous situations. Very protective of her siblings, especially Thatch.She's also an expert of martial arts. Her clothing style depends on the situation or environment she's in. Simple shirts and pants for regular nights. gothic/rocker clothes out goings. Stylish formal evening wear for ceremonies and special occasions. Long flowing gowns for traditional purposes. And form fitting jump suits for fighting and rescue attempts. Weapons of choice: Two double barrel pistols, twin blades, dagger, and a crossbow. Powers: Telepathy, summoning activation, forth sight, super strength, super speed, turn her nails into poison blades, heal kiss, paralyze bite, produce wings. Choice for her voice: Jennifer Darling (Ayeka from Tenchi Muyo)

There was no room for hesitation. Kaldov’s nerves screamed at him to stop: every move exerted more energy, let rills of red leak. But he was hellbent: after Vauruk launched, he whirled to track him. And as their fervent faces met, he took off, feet pounding against the sand, body and voice roaring as one as his left foot hit the ground, shoving the earth beneath him. Both of them tore through the air. Vauruk’s leg launched like a lance, poised to pierce through the cracked armor that Kaldov somehow held together. Kaldov’s left arm lowered, loaded like a pistol: hardly had he left the ground than when he shot, fist fired through the air. The wind whistled, and the crowd hardly had time to blink before--! **WHAM!** Fist met stomach, dug, buried itself inside, crumbling the form and force of Vauruk the Formidable. All his arm’s strength Kaldov poured into that shot, and all the air did it suck right from Vauruk’s lungs. All of a sudden they hit the ground again, one firmly, one weakly. But neither was still. “Folks, I—Golalud’s landed a great blow to Vauruk. But, look, it’s unbelievable: he still stands! That unbreakable vigor, it’s pulling him through—“ Sturdily Kaldov landed, but like a tempest he twisted, tearing the sand from the ground, elbow an immense hailstone poised, ripping the air in twain--! **CRACK!** The blow shattered into Vauruk’s cranium, buffeting his head into the breeze, battering him right off one foot, onto the other, off of the other, then-- ***WHUMP!*** In the collision’s chaos sand swelled like smoke. Kaldov skidded to a stop, eyes falling firmly on the warrior bat as his mind dared to ask: _Had he done it?_ ----- **Author's Note**: This is a page from a comic that [Vauruk](https://inkblot.art/profile/Vauruk) and I did for ArtFight 2023. It stars our boys, Kaldov Golalud (by me) and Vauruk the Formidable (by [Vauruk](https://inkblot.art/profile/Vauruk)). We intend to upload the pages of this series cooperatively, alongside the accompanying writing, over the next few days. The content will include violence and mild gore, and pages containing the latter will be tagged as such when warranted. Thanks for following along, and I hope you enjoy this! [|< First](https://inkblotapp.page.link/L5N6TCGxgqLkePyM6) | [<< Prev](https://inkblotapp.page.link/apQwkEGyAxJL59nd6) | Page 13 | [>> Next](https://inkblotapp.page.link/VyNXbqtntChvARUu8)

And the last of my Art Fight pieces, one with coldswap's character Alexei Petrov, and my own, Bog. I wanted to do more with this, but I went a little crazy with prep for a vending event and lost track of time. Alexei Petrov belongs to https://artfight.net/character/3058929.alexei-petrov [ID: Two characters in a brick alley, set against the backdrop of a city at night. One of them, Bog, has a glowing strip of hair back down the top of his head, and a glowing strip visible on his back. Bog is carrying a pistol, and has his foot up on a chair. He's showing the other character something glowing in a suitcase that's sitting on a table. The other character, Alexei Petrov, is bent over and examining the contents of the suitcase with some sort of mechanism that looks like a camera; it has a glowing light on the end of it. Alexei is taller than Bog with medium length light grey hair and sort of greyish skin. It's wearing a white jacket with glowing accents, and a pair of black pants with black shoes. Their visible eye is glowing a light blue color. /ID]

> [**Image:** Yuri Six-Cants, area thief and/or rift ghost of Guild Wars 2 infamy. He has kind eyes and a sweet, round face, and is built like a brick shithouse. He wears his black hair in tight coils, which are drawn back into a braided bun. A streak of premature greys runs through it. He’s dressed toe to tip in thick gloves, boots, and a heavy overcoat, which is black with a reddish-brown trim. Little triangular motifs are repeated throughout. He wears a red bandana around his neck, and two flintlock pistols around the waist. > >Sometimes his form is not so stable, and it ripples with black smoke that shimmers red, purple, and indigo in the light. If Yuri could ever be described as ‘severe’, this is probably the closest he gets. > >Many lighthearted doodles are strewn around him. In one, he lays over a desk and tosses a throwing knife up and down; in another, he hits a bar with his felid Charr friend, Ximone. He looks at once exhausted and woebegone, and is labeled with an arrow that says ‘Can’t escape the greater Krytan polycule.’ Ximone just looks at him, worried but uncomprehending, and is labeled with an arrow that says ‘Doesn’t get why, but trying to be supportive.’ > >Another doodle shows the two of them going ballistic to the chorus of ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ by Bon Jovi. A very minimized Yuri is drawn on top of a screenshot of a mists rift collapsing in on itself, and he looks pretty lost. Finally, a tiny Yuri lays defeated in a pile of mail, which is drawn over a screenshot of his in-game inbox. It has been thoroughly blown up.] ◆◆◆ Boo boo the fool got into Guild Wars 2 recently, so you are about to see a lot of that. It has tickled the part of my brain that enjoyed keeping a character journal in TES games, so if you remember all that, then you know exactly what’s coming. Anyway, this is my boy Yuri Six-Cants. He is “not very bright,” but he has a heart of gold and I love him. Some schtuff about him… * all of the fuckery that happens to him can, in one way or another, be traced back to the fact that he can’t learn to say “no” to some boy he met. He’s like if a slice-of-life dating sim protagonist swapped places with someone’s ill-fated ttrpg character ): * best friends with Ximone (the charr) who is [snoodles’](https://www.deviantart.com/snoodls) character, and together they are Ending War * has had an embarrassing litany of crushes on men who either don’t respect him or don’t reciprocate. Seems to have finally found happiness as Trahearne’s [commander](https://1ore.tumblr.com/post/717886455014391808/this-game-is-so-funny-with-giving-out-titles-like) 😉 but (looks at Heart of Thorns) haha. They’re in danger. * owes a blood debt to the [Lastborn](https://m0r1bund.com/others/etc/2023/lastborn), a sylvari(?) pariah who dragged his dead body out of the desert one time. This is diplomatically inconvenient as everyone around him is convinced he is bad news, but ): he’s such a nice boy to Yuri * got a little fucked up in the mists rift. Came Back Wrong. Don’t Worry About It. * my mom calls him yuri six-pants * ⠀ * [fuck it here’s an essay](https://1ore.tumblr.com/post/717739214259847168/ive-been-enjoying-seeing-your-rambles-about-your)

A character of mine, but I was too preoccupied on the pistol and pose that I barely can even finish the sketch

The pistol tracer uses in Owerwatch

I 'remastered' Fe's outfit design and also wanted to give a closer look at his props, including his dagger, pistol, pocketwatch and ring.

Trying to design a pistol and make it in perspective. Kinda botched it tbh.